LYRICS... WHO'S GOT DIBS???

[MasZive]

OKAY BITCHES, THERES A LOT OF SONGS ON THIS ALBUM AND I KNOW A FEW OF YALL STATED YALL WERE GOING TO POST UP THE LYRICS.

IF YOU ALREADY GOT EM' POST EM', IF YOU ARENT SURE, THEN POST THE SONG YOUR GOING TO TYPE THE LYRICS OF AND LET CATS KNOW BEFORE 8 PEOPLE DO THE SAME SONGS...

SO BELOW, LET US KNOW THE TRACK TITLE AND WHEN YOUR GONNA POST IT AND WE SHOULD HAVE ALL THE LYRICS IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS...


IMMA DO -B.L.E.S.T. <---JUST KIDDING TOO EASY.
I GUESS RIOTMAKER, UNLESS SOMEONES ALREADY ON TOP OF THAT!

 

[Eyeless]

i got most of little pills.. i think lol

 

[K3status]

My wife, my bitch, my girl....

[Intro: Big Krizz Kalico & Tech N9ne]
Real cocky
Real sloppy
Drunk at the club and y'all can't stop me

[Tech N9ne]
Super star style
Whoop the are pounds
Out the roof, scoop the group we be troopin' large crowds
Yes we are foul
And we rich now
Used to be all of me, but it's all on the bitch now
They wanna get me stuck, they commin' into my world
It's too late I got, my wife, my bitch, my girl

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I was nineteen
Met a nice queen
Car was light green
Naughty as ice cream
But she too jealous Nickaleas
Sort of ridiculous
With the liffa kickin' it
We can never be inconspicuous (My bitch)
Rolls with me
It's so sickly
In love with me
But she give me Felicia 'ol hickeys
But go get me, in the wee hours to get me slow quickys
So sticky
Roll with my homies she so shifty (My wife)
Married a monsta
Carried a youngsta
Said if you cheated it you will come back to haunt ya
She said my filthy world
Makes her wanna hurl
And that's my first verse
My wife, my bitch, my girl

[Hook x2: Tech N9ne]
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go and blow her grip
Because it's all unload on a bitch
One is no trip
But two had mo lip
And three I just can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Got a nice anus
And it's right ain't it
Can't really touch durin' the day but in the night tame it
Usin' fight language
When she take inches
Great bitches
Gettin' busy on the weight benches (My bitch)
Got a big butt
A big slut
Who get big bucks
You might look up and get your chick sucked
Cause she's bi-sex
Keep her thighs wet
Spontaneous I don't know what we gon try next (My wife)
Go a ghetto booty like Naomi
Imma tell you like Jayo say
All my bitches havin' fancy dreams
And all my bitches wearin' Applebottom jeans
My wife, my bitch, my girl

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
If one's trippin'
The other's for fun flippin'
You coo
She run's limpin'
You end up with funds missin'
You foo
Come wicked your women become visious and cruel
Dump checkin' to some funds with some checks and you loose
Out of balance the playalistical values and lyin'
I done challenged the way of Mystical powers and hinted
I can silence an egotistical chick in a fight
I'm defiant with an evil twist my girl, my bitch, and my wife
Ain't no bitch on this planet that is a match for me
They get sick and they stand it cause Ninna packs the three
Have to be
Crash to see
If naturally to cause a catastrophe
Exsactaly (My wife)
Don't like me (My bitch)
Get's hyphy (My girl)
Might knife me twice just to spite me (My wife)
If I break her heart (My bitch)
It'll rip her apart (My girl)
But I'm the smarter y'all (My wife, my bitch, my girl)

[Hook x4]

 

[K3status]

This is me

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Hahahaha, in the world of BET
I'm just too better than rock and roll huh
In the world of MTV
My name is too gangsta huh, hahaha
Man, Strange Music we got this baby
This year we got this one baby
Red hair, red everything
It's Tech N9ne baby like it or not

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Never been a harder rhymer in my region globaly thats holdin' me I'm totaly hard and bossed up
Why you think the majority of the rap musical authority sword me and balled and crossed 'em
Cause they don't wanna let the crazy kid in then
Spit his hymms speakin' a grim religion
Of rhyme, forbiddin my isms are hidden
My mind, to written then spittin' the kid in
The N9ne, is playin' you, slayin' you, sprayin' you, perminitly delayin' you, swayin' through
It's the gay in you thats hatin' who somethin' that hella beyond that does
(I love Kanye, his shit is bombay, but I'm rough)
And you can see it in my retna
That I won't be lettin' ya
Threatinas better respect Tech the messengas
Too dope on this to be
History listen its a mystery
While they spittin' and dissin' me

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Big Krizz Kalico]
This is me (this is me)
I'm a king, I'm a klown, I'm a G (I'm a G)
I believe what I want
Got you singin' my song
But your seein' me wrong
So what's a matter with me?
This is the belief (the belief)
The religion has arisin' from the deep (from the deep)
Darkest prison if you listen you will see (you will see)
If colision your decision you will reep what you sew so forget what you know this is me

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
This is Tech bra
For years I've been the next to collect a plethra of checks lets get extra
Is what I set ta
Travis let's go select the baddest rappers infect the planet leave 'em in exta
See I'm a vet the powers don't really wanna let the best
come and wreck the sets and test your sector
Instead of rawness like Inspecta Deckta
Eldest rather set they specs on Mason Betha
Slept on my records
If you knew my musics hanibal lecta
What the hell you callin' for Masta Flex for?
Don't pester me I won't sweet you be on a quest to
Investagate your techma respect the
Shockra tease in hop to these
Hot degress me and Mr. O apostraphe
Never listen to these pop pussies cause they suck!
(I love 50 Cent he gritty went he vent but I'm rough)
And you can see it in my demeanor
The Tecca Nina will blast arenas
The grass is greana
Made it ma on top of the world
Kiss me, miss me (This Is Me)
Can't you see?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
The industry treat me like a ride on the short bus
Thats why I'm tellin' they youngstas when your retourt cuss
And make a fort fuss
Cause you went out on Sam Goody on F.Y.E. with they money and you support us
Strangas, Shadys, Psychopaths and Juggalos
Loseas, Shootas, College women and gutta hoes
Rock it from prescious doe
Drops it just lets it flow
Cop it don't knock it you block us stop at the record store
This is Aaron Yates this Aliya & Reign
This is for little Donnie this is for all akoyas pain
This is, for the sickness of Marty Sue
This is for all the love of sara suzie aramay & izeda Lou [??]
This is for Ike and Ricky
Rufus, Rhonda, Barbra, and Marla really
This is for B'zle and I know that rest of my family is with me
This is my friends, this is the end, this is a G
This is life, this is wrong, this right, this is me

[Hook x2]

 

[Tha Sinner]

Come Gangsta

[Intro: Some guys talking]
The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face
Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was a devil worshiper
You know you see a black dude with red hair
And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too
Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin' out man
That..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shit he doin' man

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
I've been writing for
Nineteen years for sure
Hate rules in these times
Niggaz don't wanna see me shine
Stop me, and then try and tell me (Come gangsta)
And then compare me to Nelly (What ya bang bra)
So this songs is gonna tell the so called gangsta niggaz who the fuck has always been a G?
Hey, I've been bustin'
And fizz knuckin' bitches
It tizz nothin' for years puffin'
I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin'
Heres fuck you niggaz this is toughin' I
(Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' tellin me this shit is hella fake)
Say, since way back in the days rappin'
The blaze happen
I raised raves craves days would blade packin'
And stage saggin'
Theys wackin' Nina stays layed backin' I
(Laugh at niggaz contantly they never know the money Nina makes)
Hey, this is amazin' how niggaz formulate they hatin'
You fuckin' fornicate your mistakin'
We can never coralate cause you fakin', huh
Who's bringin' in through the bacon, huh
Who's keepin' this shakin', huh
(Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca Nina niggaz know the rest)
Gay, is all you punks and mitch bades diss in your trunk won't get played on the radio
Too gangsta for an old lady bro
Gangsta niggaz don't hate me no
Wanksta niggaz won't face me though
(Talkin' shit and book smart people tellin' me that I really need a vest)
Okay

[Bridge 1: Tech N9ne]
I rep the town harder than any of you niggaz
Where ever I stand my bills the same punk
And you got the nerve to tell me

[Hook: Tech N9ne]
Come gangsta
Throw your rags in the air
And know that nobody there
Will compare to your gangsta
Saggin' pants to the floor
Every womens a bitch or a whore
When your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
I shoulda been done come wit a gun
For the ones who bump they gums who the one
Said a nigga was'nt gonna make another record said I was wack and washed up done
Said a nigga might scare lil' ones
He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes
Really red hair and my face painted
They said (Gangsta)
Messy Marvin Coleone is so (Gangsta)
But I really ain't (Gangsta)
I need to come up wit a (Gangsta)
Scritch the scratch the nigga fat tone is so (Gangsta)
You need a bit of that (Gangsta)
You need to hang wit a (Gangsta)
Mr. Stinky vigalante so (Gangsta)
Brother Lynch is (Gangsta)
???? is (Gangsta)
57 RDVs are so (Gangsta)
The nigga fifty is so (Gangsta)
They say
When you in them streets, creep creep
Cause some gangstas want a head blast
Cause I run with the red rags
And try make the feds flash
Try to swipe my bread stash
(That's that bullshit I'm gon skip and try to go get the money grip)
Okay, you niggaz kill me in Nosferatu ??? bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie what's gangsta to you?
(Money, dope and alcohol and plenty bitches all up on your dick)
I got that
How can C-Bo be wrong?
How can Yukmouth be wrong?
How can Lynch be wrong?
How can 2Pac be wrong? Bitch!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time
I left Kansas City so them other cats can gon shine
But it seems these punks are confussed because I'm my own kind
But I'm back on deck cause Kansas City is who's throne? Mine!
This ain't no punk shit
Nigga this is strength at it's finest
I made this shit so you all you sins can rewind it
Meaning, you pussys who says this Tech shit ain't hard for real
And try to disregard the real
You mutherfuckers is hard to feel
I get your death threats cause I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs, alcohol and bling shit
But I stay ahead of the game
And you punks is so lame
Cause my mobbin' gangsta track will destroy your whole tank
I've been with every rapper who's legendary
Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard
Cause I bring the heater
Love me cause I'm your leader
Bitches they suck my peter
While I drinkin' Margaritas
Niggaz get layed down
Seven displayed sounds
N9ne the crayzed klown
Lines like sprayed rounds
This is for all you haters who don't pump my shit
If you say this ain't gangsta then you can suck my dick!
I might look like a clown
But you niggaz sound like a motherfuckin' circus
Fuck you motherfuckers!

[Outro: Yukmouth]
This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man
I mean...Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggaz
From the stage show, to rockin' the mic you name it
Thats why I roll wit him he my favorite rapper real talk
Tech N9ne

 

[Tha Sinner]

Jellysickle

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Hey
All you haters stop!
Whew, man
This beat is uh
What
Rick rocker
T-9
E-40
Jellysickle yo

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
They hate it when you bubble
See 'em in they huddles always making trouble (What? Who?)
Jealous fellas man
Fall up in the spot and from the jump they don't like me
Hat to the back and I'm felling real hyphy
Imma star so I'm in with the belly pistol
That's cause the haters be sucking on jelly sickles
That mean the cycle of jealousies real thick man
I'm feeling its bout to pop off real quick man
But I ain't trying to have the fedas come and pinch me
Cause he's plotting on my cheddar on my minske
Never tempt me the grench so you better
never let another nell nother fella come against me
Off in Missouri its jelly sickle city jealousy
watching and it ain't the right stare, right mares
Don't let me go and rock the red spiked hair
They hate it when I do that right there (Right Thurr!) Yeah

[Hook]
Take a lick of this (Jelly sickle sickness)
To much will make you sick (You acting like a trick bitch)
Take a lick of this (Jelly sickle sickness)
Jelly sickle sickness (You acting like a trick bitch)

[Verse 2: E-40]
Quit bumping your gums spark your tongue
keep a real pimp game up out your mouth
If I get on your line and dump two on your spine like it a 80's drought
I'm about that Valley-Jo
Po Po be throwing tantrums
Cause I live up on a hill with a view on a acre
in a big white who white mansion
I be all up in the dirty
Where they cook them fried turkeys
Be up in Houston with Mike Jones and Paul Wall
You want that fast quota
I want that slow nickle
Everything I got I worked for so quit hating on me nigga
Look at the trees, look at the sky, look at the moon
Look at these keys, look at my ride, I'ma tycoon
From the land of the gangsters and pimps and hustlers
Where a hundred will get you three hundred dollars worth of poppers
Every time I look around
Every time I look around somebody done bit my style
Wanna smile in my face and take my place hate
but it ain't gone be no way no how, wow
I'm lit like a candle and they hating
cause I'm hot like a left sink handle

[Hook] 2X

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Jelly sickle
look at how that jelly trickles
Down his elbows
And you can smell those
Playa haters from Calabassas to Melrose
During his jail polls
And knocked him out of his shell toes?
When I walk into the spot them suckas sucking on them sickles
Hate to see me shining get to tripping when they off they ripple
I get these rappers dripping jelly to the third degree
Most of them in my city never know me but yet they heard of me
At the BET awards chilling with the Federation
never forget the woman at the door giving
away the shoes didn't really want me to have 'em
man I had a ticket I had to grab 'em
Come to find out I was in a rhyme bout a couple years ago
here's the blow cause I rake up dough
She was one of the women I left behind up at the wake up show
Come to find out I was in a rhyme bout a couple years ago
here's the blow cause I rake up dough
She was one of the women I left behind up at the wake up show
Congratulate me cause I'm a go getta
For sho hitta E-40 and Nina some flow spitter's
But that don't mean you gotta hate
Jealousy's a sickness take another lick Mitch
(You wack it like a trick bitch)

[Hook] 2X

 

[NINE1TREY]

I have the lyrics to almost all the songs, I just don't want to retype them..haha...sorry:hurt:

 

[Eyeless]

I have the lyrics to almost all the songs, I just don't want to retype them..haha...sorry:hurt:

wow.. thanks..

 

[Tha Sinner]

No Can Do

[Intro]
Welcome to everready
Welcome to everready
Welcome to everready

[Tech N9ne]
The Religion!
First thing I wanna say is (what!)
Y'all can't fuck wit us
Y'all can't fuck wit us

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
It's the one
With a name of a gun
Look at me mamma what I become
It's a, monsta, gangsta, fast
But I want to, thank ya for the last
Thirty-three
Becuase everybodys heard of me
And if they say that i'm fakin' momma it's purgary
Cause your son comes with thunda now
That's why they wonder why we headline when I'm underground
In this mainstream game
My gang brings pain, to cowards
Said I'm done Calli give me the power
Come on wit it (HAA!)
You industry punks I hope you fakes die
Cuase most of rappers have a queer eye for the straight guy
Was that shit loud enough to hear
Loud enough to eco throguh the city and bust your ears
Patrick tried to sue us for a whole lot of bucks this year
Sell crazy somewhere else trick (Were all stocked in here)
Hey! I think I wanna say it again, y'all
Y'all can't fuck wit us

[Hook: Tech N9ne & Big Krizz Kalico]
Y'all can't fuck wit us
No can do
Y'all can't fuck wit us
No can do
Y'all can't fuck wit us
No can do
Y'all can't fuck wit us
Can't fuck wit us
Can't fuck wit us
Can't fuck wit us

[Bridge: Tech N9ne]
Yo! Big Krizz Kalico
Tell 'em, y'all can't fuck wit us
Y'all can't fuck wit us

[Verse 2: Big Krizz Kalico]
Fuck niggaz that got it in for me
Pretend to cry, still got there energy
Loud, dudes feeling to be proud
Dude full of frown
Which is two hands and both thumbs down bitches
For the Bianca's and Beatrice's
The Beatrice's is miraculous
You don't want to go on after us (No)
This is a slip of ridiculous
Cant get with us flows
Actually a bit of babalin' in your soul up
We all grown up
And when we blown up
Don't get to frontin'
I'll get you country boys nuttin'
You can cut us to thirty we stay on for an hour
Cause them heads boppin' in the crowd's ours (ABSOLUTE POWER!)
Main thing is taking over this mainstream
The game seems like they been waiting for a new A team
Ask Busta Rhymes, he said that nobody had the gift like him and Spliff
But me and Tech N9ne, well y'all ain't fucking with

[Hook]

[Bridge 2: Tech N9ne]
This beat make me wanna say hallaylooya (HAHAHA)
Yo but instead I'ma say (what!)
Y'all can't fuck with us
Y'all can't fuck with us

[Verse 3: Big Krizz Kalico]
Okay this stopin' addiction (Now we got y'all listenin'!)
Just a fraction of friction
From the act you was missin'
If you was actually listenin'
You'd see whose ass you be kissin' (MUWHA)
Your dealin' with one hell of a brotha ya see
I'm anghellic but devils bring out the devil in me
I might pull the bullet so cover you see
A goody, goody get hoody less for messin' with me

[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]
This is my testament Tecca Nina been pressed against war
Simply done best to get to get next to it so I repped is all
Grab your breast to this havin' sex next so pop your crystal
Crock ya legs a bit rock ya bed drop them DRAWERS
Tis to men to
The one you wan to take a stand to
You chumps in trouble we bout to bubble like shampoo
You might try but you can't do what Aaron and Sam do
You tryin' to ban who
No can do

[Tech N9ne]
It's a celebration bitches put your hands up ya
Y'all can't fuck with us!

[Hook]

[Tech N9ne]
It's not that y'all wack that got it so bad
It's that y'all pissed cuase we got it so good
Welcome to Tech world

 

[djskillz]

The Melancholy Maze &amp; My World Intro (rapping part)

[Tech N9ne]
Yo'
Whut up, sit up, get up wit us killas
Enough niggas ta crush ya luck, n bust ya guts n liva
Hit with the ruger now ya livin off in a riva
Watchin this arsonist while I spark a bit in my heart
Enbark, I'mma start the shit
Welcome to the bottom-less pit
Animal-istic
I know its hella dark in there
My world, is not like a regular life
We toat big guns instead of a knife
Hella grim night, the devil is in flight
He said a barreta would get us whutevas in sight
You got a job, I aint got one
You got a wad, I got a shotgun
You got a guard, I got a squad
Youre here work, n I'm here ta rob

 

[murderman]

[Intro: Some guys talking]
The spiked red hair...and the..and the, paint on his face
Whow, hold on man, Tech is losein' it man
He's not as grounded as he used to be
Tech was a devil worshiper
You know you see a black dude with red hair
And a long beard, I mean look he look scary to me too
Yeah that nigga Tech man he sellin' out man
That..that's he's doin' that for the white folks
That white shit he doin' man

some guys....

 

[imported_KuTTY_CaL]

i put up R.O.O.T. and Flash in the lyrics thread:dead:

 

[DaSlacker]

Caribou Lou
Tech N9ne
Everready (the religion)
(c)2006 Strange Music Inc.
Transcribed by djJOKeR

[HOOK]
151 Rum
Pineapple juice and malibou
caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come
out of her shell and raise hell
don't stop til the cops come

[VERSE ONE]
Half a bottle of 151 off in a jug
one cup of malibou rum, baby thats whassup
Then you
fill the rest of the jug with pineapple juice and its crackin
the only defect is waking up like "what happened?"
I like
Red light parties and fed right bodies
who like
Bread like Dahli and head right Tauties at night
aribou-cay ou-lay terrible day you pay
the liquor store teller with no hair or toupe
touche
Get the party jumpin
keep the hotties humpin
I like em thick and juicy
so don't pilate nothin
Drinkin too much Lou you
might be karate punchin
Or at the back of the club
attending the naughty luncheon
Satin - KoolAde - Gives you hella 151
November, dog, so run Kitty run
We gone drink it til we dumb ditty dumb
bum bitty bum
Here Kansas City come
so gimme some...

[HOOK X2]
151 Rum
Pineapple juice and malibou
caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come
out of her shell and raise hell
don't stop til the cops come

[VERSE TWO]
I see double, I see triple
Might be trouble, might see pistols
We ain't tryin hear you haters suckin on sickles
We livin it up in two double-o sizzle
One day ya may bro, unto ya day go,
Why I'm the one to drink you
under the table
And all the ladies I will do in time
Once you become a member of my drinking club
you will find TECH N9NE!!!
trying to tell her truly get nudie
Yes I even do L-words in they fruity bizooty
like to drink it and yell slurs at the movies...
If I'm heated?
I'm off to get a caribou lou to cool me.
Created by tech nizzle and t-wizzle
one high day me mixed it up
and then I say we treat caribizzle like our lady
origininated in kansas city, missouri since 1995 baby

[HOOK X3]
151 Rum
Pineapple juice and malibou
caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come
out of her shell and raise hell
don't stop til the cops come

[VERSE THREE]
tarbender I need adrother nink
release Caribou Lou in the party its utter kink
insane mainy
keep em coming then I remain zaney
Cuz Sadatae baby I'm tryin to make you my main damie
for the rest of the night
girl your sexy and tight
Come to me casa and see the shakra flexin ya right
groupies at 12 o'clock man i crawl i go
yeah i recruit em
but i bet not crap thats all i know



[HOOK to end]
151 Rum
Pineapple juice and malibou
caribou get them all numb
Make baby girl come
out of her shell and raise hell
don't stop til the cops come




Thats all I got.... 3rd verse not finished. I got lazy and would rather not give a fuck about typing them out anymore because they'll be on thereal soon enough if I really care to follow along.

 

[Slide]

I WANT TO DO MY WORLD - The best I can gather anyway. Hope I didn't butcher it too bad, please correct me if you see a mistake.

MY WORLD:

In a world of misery, within this, three planets collide.
Brotha Lynch, Dalima, Tech N9ne bring you along for the ride.

Lynch

Wait a minute, I'm from the West Coast conference
Like Kobe or James Worthy
You can just call me the King of the Valley
All I need is a Game jersey
Nigga nuts and guts get served up
When I get it I'll spit enough, aim sturdy
Cut it up, gutted up with cold cuts
When the other nut heated up, came dirty
I be offa that kryptonite,
Turn him into liquid ice, stain his jersey
Leave him in the back of the El Co
Like Helter Skelter, stick it to him like velcro
Nigga I'm a bitch killa
I'ma dig a ditch, quick to rip ya
Paint a murder picture witcha
I'ma jack knife strip ya that night
Split ya legs open and dick ya
But then I'ma take it to rippin' your guts
Eat your meat
[??]Defeat, peach ya, pleat ya[/??] with the meat cleaver
Then I didn't see ya either
[??]Phone cord or receiver[/??] Court-ordered to leech ya
Tech ordered the meat, I'm bringin' the seasoning
And the suicide note, do or die
Loki's in the backseat cuttin' necks
I'm sexist
Bout to give em that Brotha Lynch Hung Necklace

(Chorus)
Welcome to my world
Where hearts are broken and bars
Have open potions pulling me closer
Welcome to my world
Dark's my ocean my ark is floatin'
But not living like I'm supposed ta'
x2

Dalima

(Lyrical Asylum)
Cause I been dealing with motherfuckers
Hating me for the longest
Could it be critical cause I'm lyrically flawless
And if I'm heated how can I be mentally cautious
(Diggin' the pain)
I get deeper peepin the flame
Only can I be held accountable for makin' a change
To whatever regards I'd rather be (insane)
In the middle of the stage
Or bustin' like a 12 gauge
You can never relate to a nigga that'll hang you up
[??]Slip a couple millions up in your drain for ya[/??]
Homicidal with a fully loaded rifle
Or undecided whether or not I could cut up your brains or guts
(I get spaced out sometimes...)
And it's like I'm a heathen, whether or not you believe it
Every time I rap a motherfucker stop breathin'
Heavy where I been in a "dalima" for a reason
(Now....)
Well let me introduce you to to the crucial uplifting future
(And then?)
Recruit you and seduce you to the mutual group of
(My friends, Souls...)
Nigga you better get ready cause we done put together
The feddy-est chemical flame
Energetic when I let it, embed it in your brain
Tech N9ne, Dalima and Brotha Lynch like
Welcome to my world

(Chorus)

Tech N9ne
Fight this phantom,
Your freakin' family will fall flat
Bunk biancas beat 'em black and blue
With a baseball bat
I might be a small cat
But I won't use discretion
Hit 'em with a weapon
If he steppin' with a mall rat
Twenty minus eleven I make 'em all scat
Not prosperous now
Tech's not with his crowd
He's lost in his clouds
Rather be offed than
Soft with his style
I got hopes that my life might get better
But I been broke so I might swipe your cheddar
You better get ready to gimme, I got a vendetta
Comin' to get it whether weed or money whatever
Nobody said it was gonna be easy
People deceive me or leave me
In the dark and buried off in necropolis
One day you gon' see me on TV
You better believe me, takin over this
And never the opposite
Rewrite my life, give me light in a fight for what's right
Allah liberate, cuidado
151 rum is how we run from slim sums
Then comes diablo
I need a medic cause a murder energetic
In the cerebellum never tell him I got
One of the worst problems in the medulla oblongata
Ya oughtta go I'm one hell of a shot
No more darkness, how did I start this
Feelin' bizarre shit like kickin' your carcass
I am the ruler in my kingdom and my dark seat's hot
Step into my world and your heartbeat stops....

(Chorus)

 

[DougN9ne]

I have the lyrics to almost all the songs, I just don't want to retype them..haha...sorry:hurt:

someone never heard of copy/paste?

 

[ms_nina2004]

I am not trying to be a smart ass here but why did you guys start posting lyrics in this thread we do have a vital thread and all these lyrics are in there already except i think no can do. Again not trying to talk shit but this is why we have a vital thread i think.